" 'Jes 'cause you from Merlin don't mean you can pay no-never-mind to them signs." A Washington, DC cab driver pointed this out to me after my car had been towed on Wisconsin Avenue. The way he said it made it sound like poetry. You can read more about the incident in the post of November 17, 2007. This blog will be about my life in Maryland, where we have lived for over 40 years.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Six Weeks' Check Up

I saw Dr. Alam yesterday for my six-weeks' check-up. The x-rays show that the bone is mending nicely. The doctor was pleased with my mobility, but he said I should hold off on driving for another two weeks. :-(

When I mentioned that I needed a "left-handed" cane, he looked puzzled. I showed him the cane I'd been using. It had belonged to Mom. She picked it out because it did not look like an "old lady" cane. At age 97, she was not about to go out in public looking like an old lady. Instead of a crook, her cane had a molded handpiece of black simulated wood, making it look more like an Irish walking stick than a cane. It was her idea of a compromise, because she didn't "need" a cane at all and was only getting one to shut me (and her doctor) up. Since it was molded to fit her right hand, it was all wrong for me. Here's a bit of "arcane" knowledge: if your right leg is injured, you hold your cane in your left hand, and vice-versa. Dr. Alam gave me an "old lady" cane and I went home happy.

On Monday, I will start outpatient physical therapy, three times a week for four weeks.

5 comments:

Good luck with the physical therapy. You are going to be sore, but I bet you will feel so accomplished the first time and many after. I am thinking of you and I loved the cane story. Your mother sounded like such a strong woman!

Good news! Glad to read that you're mending well. I hated physical therapy after my knee surgery. Some of it was ok and the whole body massage I got now and then was great...but some of them hurt you in their attempts to get you limber. I guess its a necessary evil though. Just don't be shy about letting them know if they hurt you.

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I've been married for nearly 54 years to the "Tree Hugger." We're both retired. We have two daughters, both married and living nearby. The older one has a 14-year-old son. The younger one has an 8-year-old son and a 2-year-old daughter. Our dog, Dilly, is a feist who is also two and still acts like a puppy. I like to read, listen to music, play the piano, sing in the choir, and participate in dance classes at the local senior center.